[Soaring Feather]

Come sit a spell with me
in my back yard this day
for stories long we will tell
of loves that got away
We'll sip cold drinks and sweat
in the heat of day
by night we'll be refreshed and new
by the fallen dew
and in the twilight hours thin
we'll spin our stories grand
of living in fairy land
for you see there well be
just the two of us, you and me...

bentfeather
01/30/04

[Old Sarge]

Walk with me, my Dearest Friend,
upon the grass at dawn,
dewfall cooling on our feet
gliding 'cross the lawn.

Steaming cocoa in our hands,
vapors rise in greeting,
frames you as you shyly smile
"Good Morning", at our meeting.

For as we stroll upon the grass,
this quiet, healing morning,
I'll let no dark tales hither come
of love that died a-borning.

Rather, let us walk and speak
of fey-realm journeys pleasant,
Here, in our bower, just we two,
with just our friendship present.

[Old Sarge]

And At Twilight...

Morning saw us, peace and calm,
warm hearts with no chill.
Hours flew by, high tea called us,
all smiles and gentle thrill.

But twilight dusk surrounds us,
and to my tower I must return,
The lonely watch is mine to stand
and comfort I must spurn.

But watch is difficult this night,
my keep is cold and dark,
and memory of the love you've shown
leaves my heart barren and stark.

I curl myself against the winds,
my cloak becomes your arms
I ache upon my watch this night
tho' my heart, your lovelight warms.

I find that, in my solitude,
my longing for you grows.
And my heart and body both conclude
I love you - and my lover knows.